Title: Unknown

Rating: R

Category: Romance/Humour

Warning: Non-con description of rape, m/m slash, language, child abuse.

Pairing: Harry x Draco, Ron x Hermione, Draco x Others, Harry x Others

Author’s Notes: I don’t know if anyone recognises this story, but it has been up once before, about three months ago, it was up and a completed story of thirteen chapters. Well it was taken down along with the rest of my account and I’m only just starting to re-upload my stories. I’m censoring most stuff and I’ve become aware of the ‘Do Not Reply To Reviewers Rule’ so unfortunately I can’t reply to any questions you guys ask, and if I had it my way I’d be dedicating a paragraph to each and everyone of you who review, and even to those who just read. So if you do have a question, please don’t hesitate to ask me and leave an email address if you want it replied to, I swear I don’t bite. And let’s all give a warm welcome to my new and busy beta reader Reptilian Goddess.

Important Note: All my stories were written before book six came out. So ‘The Half-Blood Prince’ never came to be through this story, so imagine life without that book as you read this story.

Please Be Aware: That this story has warnings. In this chapter there are some heavy thoughts on an abusive history, including rape and child abuse and swearing, these are some things to expect through the story, but you can also expect humour and a lot of it, so I hope that I’ve properly warned you and that I’ve also managed to equal the depressiveness with the humour. I’m also going to be censoring some of this story. Some lemons will be removed all together. If you want to read the full version you can find it in my web site – www. emerald dragon . t35 . com (take away the spaces) this link is also in my bio, or if you can’t be bothered following the link you can email me, just mention the story and chapter that you want the full version on, and I’ll be happy to send it to you.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately neither the boy’s nor any other characters mentioned in here belong to me, except the ones I made up of course

Chapter one: Lust for Beauty.

I just had to go and get myself into more trouble than I can handle, didn’t I? Wait that wasn’t a question, I always do this. Damn it, why don’t I ever learn?

It’s been happening ever since I was eight. I go and agree to something I never even understood in the first place; something that, when I finally come to understand, it’s too late to escape what I’ve already put myself into.

And once again, I’ve nicely gone and landed myself in more trouble. Life’s just grand, isn’t it?

I’m shouting. Lord knows that my throat is sore from shouting. I even tried hitting; but damn it! I just have to have a dangerous taste in men; the big muscular ones that can pin you against a wall - or in my case, a bed - and there is not a thing on Earth you can do to get them off.

By now, I’m furious. He isn’t listening to me! I’m quite sure I did say no. I mean, I’m saying it right now, aren’t I? Yep; just shouted it then. He's either wearing ear muffs, or doesn’t comprehend the meaning of ‘no.’

Ow! Merlin, that hurt! What did he just... Ow Okay, that’s beginning to... He’s paying way too much attention to my neck. YOW! Okay, that’s going to leave a mark.

Why isn’t he bloody listening to me!

Well this is all my fault after all. I shouldn’t have let him show me his apartment. I had a feeling he wanted something like this, but I always think I can handle them. Hello? Beefy guy? Plays professional Quidditch twenty-four/seven.

"JAY-SON...!" Wow, I’ve got a good set of lungs on me.

He just grunted. Grunted! I can’t believe he just grunted and moved on, ignoring me! What does he think I am! Some cheerleader that he can go and screw? Okay, I may have been cheering for his team but I did NOT have pom-poms, so I am NOT a cheerleader in any form. I am, however, a Malfoy, and Malfoy’s should NOT allow this kind of behavior to happen - especially being pushed to being the bottom like some girl!

Well, this has been going on for the past thirteen years of my life. Well, not with Jason, but with others. It’s like I have a tattoo on my forehead stating ‘Easy lay, here, boys.’

It makes me so pissed! I am weak. My father had every right to disown me. He had every right to pass me around to his friends like a mere whore, and he has every right to punish me for being so weak and dishonoring his family. But it had all happened when I was so young, when I didn't know any better. I was eight fucking years old, for Merlin's sake! The man had said it was normal, that everyone did it; that I shouldn’t fight him. I had trusted him for the better part of my life, so why doubt him then? Why doubt what he told me, when he had helped me so many times before? I had no reason.

Then he kept coming back. At first I thought: Okay, Draco, this is okay. He said its okay, so it must be okay.

But then I started doubting things. I was sitting at the table with my parents when I saw a news article about a girl who announced she had been raped by her uncle.

Looking to my father, I asked him what this meant; what did this young girl mean, she had been ‘raped?’ What was its meaning, ‘raped?’

He explained it: He explained that it was a form of taking and forcing someone into things; touching intimate body parts and sexual intercourse. I was confused to say the least.

"Why would she allow someone to touch her?" I had asked him, looking for more information and understanding.

My father had sighed, putting down his paper, and looked at me. "Because, Draco, she was forced; held, and made to do it all against her will; she didn’t want it to happen, and most likely fought,” he answered me simply. And with that, he stood, and left to read his paper in peace.

I sat in my chair in silent thought for hours.

Then the weekend came, bringing him. I was in my room, writing, when he came up looking for me. He smiled, calling my name as he entered my room and closed the door behind him.

He walked over to me, still smiling, and then sweetly asked me to lie on the bed. Politely, I refused. I told him I didn’t think it was right; that I wasn’t comfortable with what he was doing to me. Simple, you might think?

Unfortunately, not. I seemed to have said something wrong. His face lost all the smiles and happiness, and he frowned at me. He seemed to change so dramatically, and before I knew it, he had grabbed a handful of my hair and thrown me roughly on my bed and raped me. No matter how much I begged him to stop, he wouldn’t.

From that day forth, I had known that was my fate.

I listened to people when they forced themselves upon me. They always whispered to me about my beauty, that my skin was so silky, that I was beautiful, tight, beautiful, young, beautiful, slender, beautiful.

So by the time I was nine, I knew I was beautiful. But unfortunately this beauty brought me shame, and fear of looks of desire, and even the slightest of touches.

I remember my father telling me that everything a Malfoy owns, they use to the best of their advantage. They don’t give anything away for free, so when I reached ten, I learned to accept it, and use it to my advantage to get what I needed and wanted.

It was a useful thing, to have this beauty, but then it was also dangerous. I learned slowly to control most situations, to take charge.

Now here I am at the age of twenty-one, and still a bloody weakling cursed with looks, and being roughly pinned to a bed and assaulted.

"JASON, STOP!" I heard myself scream at him again, as I feel his hands grab my slim waist under my shirt. His nails, though short, dug into my skin, most likely drawing blood.

This was NOT my plan! Yes, maybe I expected a fun night with this famous player that girls swoon for, but I did not expect him to just suddenly jump me like this. This is definitely not fun on my part, though it seems a different story for him, since he began to grind a rather hard groin into my inner thigh.

I was trying to slide out from under him, but his other hand is holding my shoulder tightly, keeping me in place as his mouth continued to assault my collarbone.

"STOP, JASON! I SAID, STOP! GET OFF ME!" No matter how much I scream at him, or hit him, he will not stop.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME! STOP!" My throat is dry from screaming. I’m pushing at his chest, and trying to knee him, but my attempts are beyond futile.

This actually hasn’t happened to me for almost half a year. I do sleep around, a bit, but only because I can never settle with one person, male or female; so I’m always having one-nighters or very short-term relationships. I like feeling loved; even if it's just my body they like.

I have just never found ‘the one,’ my other half, my soul mate for life, and frankly, I don’t think I ever will. My past relationships have all said they loved me, but then they all say that while their eyes scan over my body, so I’m guessing they're talking to my body, and not me, as in Draco Malfoy; just my body.

So I’ve learnt to accept it, enjoy parts of it and avoid other parts.

"LET ME GO! GET OFF ME! STOP THIS!" No matter how much I demand, he refuses to listen. Merlin! Is he deaf, or is he deaf? And apparently immune to my punches. Why do I have to go for the tough ones?

"What the...?"

Is it just me, or is there someone else in the room?

TBC…